Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.